Wu Gousheng felt that it was fine for Wan Qiqi to have the ability to anger him, but Zhao Shitou had nothing and yet dared to talk about him; he was simply ungrateful.
He rushed up to Zhao Shitou, grabbed him by the collar, and said through gritted teeth, "Zhao Shitou, are you looking for death?"
Everyone in the courtyard looked over, wondering what they were up to.
Wu Gousheng was used to this kind of scene and was not intimidated at all. Instead, he glanced at the people around him.
Whether it was because Wu Gousheng was grabbing his collar or because he felt embarrassed, Zhao Shitou's face turned as red as a monkey's bottom.
"Are you ever going to stop? If you want to fight, go outside. There's a pregnant woman resting at home. Can't you just shut up?"
One second Wan Qiqi was giving the child sweet soup with a gentle smile, and the next second her face darkened; her mood changed as quickly as flipping through a book.
After the words were spoken, the courtyard fell silent. Even the bamboo shoot sellers moved more quietly, whether out of fear of disturbing Li Chongniang's rest or out of fear of Wan Qiqi getting angry again.
The children drinking the sugar water were stunned, some with red eyes and trembling hands.
Only Pingping and An'an sat there calmly, staring intently at the jar in front of Wan Qiqi, drool dripping all over the floor.
Wu Gousheng released Zhao Shitou, kicked him in the buttocks, and chased him out of the yard.
Then, he walked over to Wan Qiqi with a smile and said, "It's my fault. My voice was too loud. Please don't mind, sister-in-law."
The courtyard was stunned, as if struck by lightning; their mouths were wide enough to fit an egg.
Is this Wu Gousheng? The little tyrant of the east village?
Wan Qiqi rolled her eyes, handed over the two cups of sugar water she had just prepared, and said, "The water from the east side of the village is hard to fetch; my second brother had a hard time carrying it!"
The sugar water was right in front of his mouth, but Wu Gousheng couldn't bring himself to drink it.
Why does this woman still hold grudges?
Wasn't it during the plague that he prevented people from carrying water at the village entrance and even beat them up?
Does she really need to remember this for several months?
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